Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.